Scituate High School - Chimes Yearbook (Scituate, MA)

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14 THE CHIMES PICCOLO PETE Rosalie Creelman, ' 35 And now, dear reader, if you will lend me your ears a minute, you will hear of the fate of a huge man named Pete. )Pete played the piccolo till all the hirdies went ' ' tweet-tweet. ' Pete played high, Pete played low, Pete played middle C On his piccolo. For a while all was hotsy-totsy, as piccolo playing was the fad. This continued until Pete ate too much spaghetti one night and had to cough in the middle of one of his pic- colo selections. The spaghetti strangled him, you see. This unfortunate happening spoiled Pete ' s piccolo business. Poor Pete was banished from the land. In the South Seas on a small group of islands he made his home. (The name of islands unknown.) There he played an ' played and ate an ' ate — spaghetti. If any of the natives were bad, they were put in Pete ' s straw shack and compelled to listen to his wheezy playing. Finally the King o ' the Islands tired of Pete ' s piccolo playing and ordered the non- famous musician to be locked up in a dark, dreary dungeon- Pete then turned hermit in his cell and — He played to the moon. He played to the stars He played everythin ' Behind the steel bars. And— If you should sail away On a lovely summer day Adown where the crocodiles grow You probably will hear Either afar or near Pete playin ' on his piccolo. Now, before I return your ears, listen to your instruc- tions.. Never, never eat spaghetti before playing the pic- colo.

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THE CHIMES 13 which are placed on him by the group in which he lives. The barbarous custom of war is caused by the conflicting greeds and desires of nations for natural goods and prop- erty. At the present time the economic state of affairs in the world is appalling. But, as history relates that depressions are periodic in the development of mankind, I do not think we have anything but a rosy future awaiting us. Since the beginning of history, the production of food If is been the main economic problem of mankind. Today this is no longer a problem. Science has solved this, and now we have overproduction. Our warehouses are stocked with food and goods, and everywhere there seems to be a surplus. But, you may ask wuth all sincerity, if thi ' s is the case, why is it that so many of our people are underclothed and starv- ing? ' Monoply of production and inefficient methods of equal distribution are the cause. This is the price that any- capitalistic nation or group must pay. Man seems to have attacked the scientific problem with more vim and vigor than he has attacked any of the others, and therefore it is in this field that he has made such tre- mendous progress. Victories over disease and sickness are common occurrences. Although these nuisances have not yet been abolished from soci ety, the ultimate victory against them does not seem the least bit doubtful. Machines and inventions are increasing our physical comforts daily, and they are also giving us more time to enjoy life. If this ex- cess time, which the labor-saving devices give us, is put in the hands of the uneducated masses, it will breed nothing but harm unless their surplus energies are directed in prop- er channels. This is one reason for the unprecedented rise of athletics in our country recently. In the next few years our civilization will come to its crucial test. If there are enough intelligent persons in this world to bring it out of the economic and social chaos in which it is now plunged without bringing on any great cal- amity, then, I think we will be safe in saying that this civ- ilization is really stable and lasting, and not controlled by the whims and fancie ' s of a few potentates.

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THE CHIMES 15 IN A DREAM Helen Spear, ' 33 Pauline was in a strange land. How she got there she didn ' t know, but she was there never theles ' s. Hesitatingly she took a step forward. Nothing happened. Another step — still nothing happened. Pauline felt a little more con- fident, so she walked on a little faster. Daring at last to turn her head, she glanced around to her left, only to catch a reflection of herself. Repeating the same action to the right, she again saw herself. It was then she realized that she was in a passage-way, both sides of which were lined with mirrors which reflected her as a little girl with a sta- ture of about three feet. A quick glance behind her showed only a pitch-black darkness, so she decided to keep going- ahead. There seemed to be a light at the end of the tun- nel, drawing her forward. After she had walked and walked along the passage which seemed to be endless, she entered a circular room which had a bright light gleaming in the center of it. Silence — no one around. Pauline shivered at the dreadful silence and horror of her surroundings. Why didn ' t something happen? How could she get out of the maze of passage-ways? Then she noticed that from the circular room were numerous doorways, probably entranc- es to such tunnels as she had just emerged from. As she stood there, terrified, she saw something that terrified her all the more. From each doorway came a figure of such size that Pauline screamed. Seeming not to hear her, the figures advanced, and, even though she was frozen with hor- ror, Pauline took note of their sizes and characteristics. They seemed to be joined together by bolts, instead of be- ing assembled like humans, and as they walked Pauline heard the clank-clank of metal bumping against metal. Their arms hung limp, and their hands were of enormous size with fingers resembling the talons of an eagle. Their eyes were just holes bored in their yellowish faces, and she could see no ears on the sides of their heads. Then she saw that they were clothed in metal suits resembling the armor of ancient days. Horrors ! What manner of people were they? Inwardly, she prayed for some deliverance from those talons which were coming nearer to her every second.